No.8
"where are you?"
by Rin (10/5/2006)
by Rin (10/5/2006)
sketch of "where are you?"
Dear George,
Sorry for my absence. I have been distracted because of my physical condition.
When I have trouble with my health, I can’t deny that I don’t own myself at all. The
information in my brain don’t match with the signals from my body. Where am I who I
believed who I was? And I wonder what made me believe so?
Anyway, I think I am almost back…my thinking is still blur (which might be a usual thing?)
Please forgive me if this letter does not make sense to you.
Your “the ladder” made me wonder of your life. It is a map of your life. You said, “the dream
of summer is over”. What made you said that? The story of “Jacob’s Ladder” is still a
mystery to me. I like to hear your thought of it.
My reply is
“Where are you?”
I am sending one of the sketches with it, because I couldn’t decide which is more accurate
to my image.
I am glad that you went to my website. I can see you are little confused about the situation.
I think I understand your feeling of contradiction. If you are not ready for publishing on the
net, I will wait. If you are not comfortable with the direction of this project, it should be
stop. One of the comments that publishing on the web may make us more ‘subconsciously
self-conscious of what we write’ is exactly what I am trying to challenge here…I think. Yes,
the conversation is between you and me. This conversation doesn’t exist without each
other. But is it really ours? I might be losing the sense of the borderline…I will write to you
about this when it become more clear to me.
I could just publish only paintings, which is much easier for me( as you can see writing is
not my thing!) but I feel that reading your letters and thinking to write to you set me in the
more conscious state. Let me know if you need to meet me, I will come to see you.
Love&Peace
Rin
Sorry for my absence. I have been distracted because of my physical condition.
When I have trouble with my health, I can’t deny that I don’t own myself at all. The
information in my brain don’t match with the signals from my body. Where am I who I
believed who I was? And I wonder what made me believe so?
Anyway, I think I am almost back…my thinking is still blur (which might be a usual thing?)
Please forgive me if this letter does not make sense to you.
Your “the ladder” made me wonder of your life. It is a map of your life. You said, “the dream
of summer is over”. What made you said that? The story of “Jacob’s Ladder” is still a
mystery to me. I like to hear your thought of it.
My reply is
“Where are you?”
I am sending one of the sketches with it, because I couldn’t decide which is more accurate
to my image.
I am glad that you went to my website. I can see you are little confused about the situation.
I think I understand your feeling of contradiction. If you are not ready for publishing on the
net, I will wait. If you are not comfortable with the direction of this project, it should be
stop. One of the comments that publishing on the web may make us more ‘subconsciously
self-conscious of what we write’ is exactly what I am trying to challenge here…I think. Yes,
the conversation is between you and me. This conversation doesn’t exist without each
other. But is it really ours? I might be losing the sense of the borderline…I will write to you
about this when it become more clear to me.
I could just publish only paintings, which is much easier for me( as you can see writing is
not my thing!) but I feel that reading your letters and thinking to write to you set me in the
more conscious state. Let me know if you need to meet me, I will come to see you.
Love&Peace
Rin